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DrivenI have been beguiled by fate's cruel folly, torchered endlessly by love's mystique, locked by the chains of the soul's subterfuge, drowned in the ocean of my mind's muddled thoughts, and driven to a never ending insanity by life's unrelenting constraint. Donavon Scott Vinson Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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